My 19-year old nephew shot himself last week. He and I were always very close, and he came to visit me the Saturday before he died.
I feel so lost. Of course I'm worried about his mom and am trying to comfort her. It just feels like I have no where to turn for comfort. I don't know that comfort exists. I keep wanting time to go back.
It didn't seem real at first. Then I started reading all the tributes from his friends on facebook. How could they be talking about my "best buddy?"
Any suggestions for starting to move forward are appreciated.